As we came off Hengistbury Head various members of our party decided refreshments were in order. Luckily, the Hiker Cafe was a short walk inland, so we headed over. I felt I needed a bit of stodge so opted for a slice of Rocky Road biscuit. I took a bite out of it and it tasted very nice, but I noticed it was a bit more moist than I was used to. Then, in horror, I noticed something oozing out of the end of the half bitten slice. Uggghhh!!! This wasn’t Rocky Road! This was Rocky Roadkill!

Was this red ooze the result of an industrial accident at a food plant? Had somebody fallen into the machinery and become an inadvertent, yet integral, part of the chocolaty snack? Were the manufacturers scratching their heads over how to add this new fruity flavour in ways more ethical than gently shoving workers in to the mixing machines when nobody was looking?

No…it was just jam.

I hoped.

Wasn’t it?

Oh who cares – it was very tasty. In fact you could say it was bloody tasty. It literally dripped with flavour…

Points on this part of the walk (copy and paste the co-ordinates into Google Earth):